A week into dealing with Hermione Granger and I learned she was fucking insane.
Somehow – fucking somehow – she had managed to get a group of Ravenclaw Seventh years to bend over backwards for her. Yes, I knew she had a couple of boys entrapped but the majority of the class? Like how?
Not only that but HQ had been updated to fit all of us plus more people I suspected she would bring in.
A potions lab had been retaken for our purposes and supplies had been flying in all week to get the place pumping out potions.
Several walls had been taken up with useful potions and their instructions but the most glaring show of ruthlessness was the List.
It was on her wall for all to see and just like the rest of her life, it was color-coded.
No one knew what the colors meant and I don't think any of us really wanted to know.
"Move it, Dean."
"Coming!"